I have tried. In the name of Mary, Joseph and the wee man, I have really tried. However much I do, though, I simply cannot work myself up into a state of apoplexy over Celtic’s inability to sign a striker in the transfer window.
I’m sorry if some of our supporting fraternity would consider my punishment for this ought to be ‘happy clapper’ being burned onto my forehead with a hot branding iron. I’m sorry if it places me at complete odds with the hyperventilating masses of folk I have seen online posting messages that read like the Celtic equivalent of sandwich boards emblazoned with ‘the end is nigh’. Among the corkers, to my mind, on this score was a description of this recruitment failure - and failure it is, no question - as “madness”...how the result of it should be the board being “physically removed” from the club…that Brendan Rodgers “has been hung out to dry” because he is a striker short.
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